(Chapter originally written by Azazel-8)
You were confused as you felt Rio’s finger poking at you, wondering why she’d touch that exact spot but not optimistic enough to connect the dots until she spoke. “Matt?” Your heart instantly leapt at the apparent recognition, only somewhat mitigated as she continued in a harsher tone. “Ugh, how did you get yourself into this situation? Did you throw yourself under me or were you just not paying enough attention? Or did you somehow get into your mother’s sewing kit?” She frowned deeply as another thought occurred to her. “Either way, why didn’t you just alert your mother? It’s a bit hard for me to believe that this could all just be an accident. Do you understand the hell you’ve gotten yourself into? Those are my new favourite workout leggings. You’re in for hours of use a day now.”
Any joy you had felt fled at the idea that Rio intended to keep using you like this, wanting to protest that it wasn’t your fault and that Jenna set you up. That you tried to get your mom’s attention, but fate acted against you at the worst possible moment. But with your mouth unusable, all you can do is pray that your girlfriend’s mother will see reason, reminding yourself that while she can be a harsh trainer and exercises tough-love, the brunette was a kind and caring woman at the end of the day. Fortunately, your prayers were answered as, after a few moments of silence, Rio sighed loudly, her grip on the leggings loosening somewhat as she shook her head. “…Dammit. I guess there’s no point putting the blame on you right now. I’ve been around you enough to realise that your luck is terrible. Still… I do think you can avoid incidents like this if you just dedicate yourself to getting stronger.”
Somewhat relieved, but still unsure of her intentions, you felt the leggings being carried back inside and then dropped onto what you presumed to be Rio’s bed. You couldn’t see what was going on with your face buried within the depths of the tan fabric, but could hear rustling noises from outside of your prison, and were slightly confused when you were lifted again after a few moments. That confusion turned to panic as you saw the tanned woman’s foot entering the leggings, realising with a rising sense of dread that your girlfriend’s mother intended to wear you again despite knowing your presence. Had she decided that even if it wasn’t your fault, you were just a part of her leggings now?
Thankfully, Rio alleviated at least some of your concerns with her next words, even as she pulled you up harshly against her large rear, a sharp tug pressing you deeply into her firm buttocks once more. “I’ll be taking you back to your mother Matt, but I think you need to properly appreciate how bad this situation could have gone for you, and why you need to do better in the future.” Unseen, she grabbed another pair of leggings and shoved them into a small backpack before heading to the door. You wanted to tell her that you’d already experienced hell yesterday, and didn’t need any further lessons, but there was nothing you could do as your body was pulled rhythmically against her booty, comforting yourself at least with the knowledge that you lived just a short drive away from here.
Unfortunately, your day of twists and turns was not over, as instead of the sounds of a car starting up you instead heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by the fit body to which you were so firmly plastered lurching into motion. Your heart fell again as you realised what Rio meant when she said she wanted you to appreciate how bad things could have gone. You were going for a jog. Each step made your owner’s rear bounce and shift within you, feeling similar to the strain you had experienced during her squats last night, but this time seemingly endless and without relief. It didn’t help that Rio made no effort to avoid her ass shaking rapidly side to side as she ran, putting both her leggings and you through the ringer as she worked her glutes, getting into the zone.
Knowing how quickly the brunette could move you hoped she would be able to cross the distance to your home in a relatively short period of time. But, sadly for you, she wanted to get a good workout in after having a lazy morning, as well as teaching you a lesson about avoiding getting crushed, so the two of you would be taking the scenic route instead. Under the scorching midday sun, it didn’t take long at all for sweat to begin soaking into you and the leggings, rapidly darkening the fabric to a deeper tan and burning away at your eyes and throat. As Rio slipped further and further into her much-feared “exercise mode” the jog just got longer and longer, your house passing by unnoticed to you as your girlfriend’s mother decided to go for another lap, almost entirely forgetting her goal.
It was only on the third lap that the light of salvation finally shone on you, a brief glimpse of another tiny in a park being supervised by what was presumably a doting parent finally bringing you back to the forefront of the fit woman’s mind. Meanwhile, you were so busy dealing with on the pain of your body being stretched, pounded and drenched in sweat that you almost missed it when Rio starting to speak, her voice coming out between short huffs as she continued her rapid pace. “I hope you know Matt… I’m doing this… out of love… for both you and my daughter… You know… as well as I do… that Mari is not the most… observant… so you need… to be better… at avoiding being crushed.”
You wanted to ask why it wasn’t Mari who should learn to be more observant of you, but you knew well enough that even if you had the capacity to speak right now, such thoughts were best kept to yourself. In any case, Rio clearly wasn’t expecting a response as she continued. “I’ve been… friends with your mother… for a long time now… so I know you’ve had trouble at home too… ever since you told Lauren to stop doting on you… I admire your willingness to step out… from under her care like that… but you need to combine it with… a capacity to improve.” She was telling the truth too. She really did admire your determination and courage in attempting to stand up by yourself without the constant care of your mother, though she also knew that it hadn’t worked out all that well for you.
Part of you wanted to argue back. To point out that much of what happened to you was because of Jenna, but… you had to admit that your sister wasn’t always to blame, and there was something to be said to getting stronger, which was only emphasised as Rio reminded you that your mother was not the only one you had to fear. “And then there’s… that Ashley girl… you’re lucky I… know you well enough to… know you wouldn’t cheat on Mari... since it doesn’t look that good… when you are stuck to her… so often… Also… I’ve heard… you can’t even meet … your Aunt… without being crushed.” As much as it bothered you, you had to admit she had a point. Especially when it came to Aunt Cass.
It did seem at least that Rio had more than just well-meaning criticism to provide you, and as she once more turned onto your street, her pace finally slowed enough for her to catch her breath and speak more clearly. “Frankly, I’m worried about your future, and Mari’s, if this keeps up. That’s why I think you should consider getting a tiny trainer to whip you into shape. We have a dedicated one at Focused Fitness already. I could arrange a time to have them visit your home for personal training.” You contemplated this offer as the strain on your body diminished, returning to the comparatively light pressure of just embracing the brunette’s rear as she took the last few steps towards your own front door. A number of past experiences had left you reluctant to go to the gym, but if Rio really did know another tiny who could train you in the comfort of your own home, you felt that could be of great benefit to you, especially if it could help you to avoid situations like this one in the future.
You were still considering this when your mother came to the door, clearly pleased to see her friend again, but hesitating to give her a hug after seeing how sweaty the fit woman was. Fortunately for you small talk was kept short as Rio only waited until they were in the living room before spinning around to present Lauren with her substantial rear, finger directed pointedly at your rough location. “Looks like there was a mix-up yesterday when you fixed my leggings. Somehow your son got caught up in the process. If he hadn’t gotten sunburnt, I may never have noticed.” To the brunette the basis of her conclusion was obvious, though she was unaware that, after absorbing so much of her sweat, the now dark tan fabric of her leggings provided a much less obvious contrast to you reddened skin.
Your mother was shocked, and understandably confused, squinting to see what her friend could be talking about, but not getting much of a chance before Rio turned around and started to remove the leggings, peeling them from her wet booty with some effort. “Are you positive I didn’t just sew the patch on upside down or something? Maybe it’s a different colour inside.” That earned her a laugh, though you wished your wearer would take the issue more seriously, knowing how inattentive your mother could be. “Leggings don’t get sunburnt silly, no matter what side it is.” Finished, she handed you over, shrugging at the slightly displeased look on Lauren’s face at the wetness of the fabric, and then proceeding to pull on her replacement set. “Once you get him off, tell him I was serious about that tiny trainer. If he doesn’t tell me no, I’ll make all of the arrangements by the end of the week.”
Now back in the hands of your own family, you began to hope that you were on the home stretch. But does your freedom truly await and, if so, what sort of training does Rio have planned for you?
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